Tapping into our essence
Is in all of our imaginations
While working the ground into sustenance
Sensing the sounds, smells, and solitude of our fertile home
I envision this even though I am not there
Even though I have never opened my eyes to it
Its sadness in lacking calms me and calls me
Junipers, speckled lilies, endless spades of grass flow into my horizon at midday
As I bend down and glance up for no apparent reason on an unknown field
The sun warmed wind puffs at my shirt and forms a wave as a fork across my body
Suddenly my imagined connection to my place in nature’s utopia ends and I ask
Where is my peace and what trail will take me to its center?
